A/N: Ah, it feels good to be writing this story again. I'm having so much fun with it. Hope you guys are too! Many thanks to:
Vampire Princess Nissa: Thanks you so much! Who wouldn't want to help Sands with that problem? I know I would! I mean, I know he can't see how hot he is because he's blind, but I'm not! A Sands plushie and a double chocolate chip cookie? Delicious! No better combination!
The lady of the shadows: Glad you like it! Of course she's a fighter! You have to be if you're going to be involved with Sands! Thanks for the review!
texasgrrl: No problem and thanks!
Dafina: Thanks very much!
Elven-Roarior-Jeavryn: Thank you!
Chapter 5!
Chapter 5: The First Attack
Sands and Alison were sitting across from each other in a small booth in a secluded corner of the hotel restaurant, looking at menus. Well, pretending to look at menus. Alison was rubbing her foot up and down Sands' leg and Sands couldn't focus on anything else. Then, whenever he would try to return the favour, Alison would move away, laughing.
"Goddamnit, Ally," Sands muttered huskily. "You're driving me fucking insane."
Alison laughed. "I know."
Sands muttered to himself as Alison ordered for both of them. When the food arrived, Sands grinned. He could smell the pork in front of him. He picked up the glass next to his plate.
"Tequila with lime?" He asked.
"Of course," Alison replied.
"Good girl," he said, beginning to eat his pork, but pausing when he felt somebody else's hand and fork. "Hey, hey, eat your own food! Bad girl!"
"You know it," came the soft reply and Sands growled softly.
An hour later, Sands and Alison were walking down the hall towards their room. Suddenly, Alison jumped on his back.
"Mush, slave, mush!" She yelled and Sands laughed.
"Slave? Oooh, you're naughty," he said and Alison nipped his ear. By that time, Sands already knew how to get back to the room from the elevator so he got inside the suite without tripping over anything.
"You're so slow!" Alison cried, kicking him lightly in the sides. Sands grabbed her legs and tumbled on to the bed, bringing Alison with him. She laughed and moved close to his ear.
"You are the worst at giving piggybacks," she whispered before climbing on top of him and straddling him. Sands growled and grabbed her hips, keeping her there. Then, somebody knocked at the door.
"Fuck off!" Sands yelled. "We're busy!"
The person knocked again, harder this time, and Alison slowly got off Sands. He tried to grab her but she swatted his hands away. Sands groaned and Alison laughed. She reached the door and looked through the peephole. She screamed and dived out of the way just as a bullet came shooting through the hole.
Sands was instantly alert, grabbing two of the guns that were scattered in different hiding places around the room. He silently got off the bed and crouched down. Two men came bursting in, their guns pointed at Alison, who was on the floor. Sands didn't hesitate. He started shooting and didn't stop until each man had at least six bullets in him. At that time, Sands straightened up and approached Alison.
"You okay, Ally?" He asked, helping her stand. Then, she slapped him.
"You've got some fucking explaining to do!" She yelled.
A/N: Uh oh. Now you're in for it, Sands! Review!